Your cape on the ground
my carpet to walk upon
soft, beautiful, but soiled
mud and footprints all over
you gave me your love
to walk on, it stings to do so
each step feels like murder
I want to save it, to dress you
to use hands instead of feet
when I push it aside to find you
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-06-09 12:31:39
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